I find myself with more time than I can fill these days.
It is an odd place, not one that I am used to.
Even after my surgery, I filled my time with healing, or resting. And resting is doing something I realize because now, I'm not resting, nor do I need it.
Usually, I am a busy person. Except for two short periods of time, I'm worked fulltime, usually had at least something else on the side to do like teaching or writing. Before I met Brad, I was into training for marathons, playing softball on weekends and Match.com dating.
With my ex, at one point, I was working three jobs and writing my first book on chronic pain.
Now, it seems that the stars have aligned to give me pause.
As I begin to start my private practice, I find that I have large gaps of time in my day.
It is uncomfortable to be "not busy". I realize that I have had a motor inside that pushes me to go go go. Find something to do. Don't sit still. Sitting still is lazy. Idle hands are the devil's workshop.
But busy work for the sake of business doesn't interest me right now.
Organizing my closet would be productive, but ultimately not satisfying.
Surfing the net has lost it's glamour.
So I'm wondering if the natural next step is to try to be in the quiet.
I am curious and frightened by the silence, the unknown.
Will I like it? hate it? Can I get over the need to keep moving, challenging? Today, I spent a few seconds doing nothing. It was ok. It didn't kill me.
I have been saying that I will start meditating this year. I have been avoiding it for some reason.
Life is giving me this opportunity.
This week, I will give it a chance.